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 ( 3 ) For failors, tho' they have their jokes. And love and feel like other folks, Their duty to neglect. Muft not come and go, So I feiz’d the caftern bar. Like a true honeft tar. And in fpite of tears and fighs, fung put Yo, heave ho !

But the word on't 'avas the time When the little ones were fickly, Whether'they’d live or die The doctor did not know. The word was giv’n to weigh So fuddenly and quickly, I thought my heart would break as I fung Yo, heave ho!

For Poll’s like her mother. And as for Jack her brother. The boy when he grows up. Will nobly fight the foe! But in Providence I truft, Whatever muft be muft. So my fighs I gave the winds, and fing out Yo, heave ho!

I'm now at laft laid up In a decentifh conditiou, For I’ve only loft an eye. And got a timber toe, But old thips muft expect in time in To be out of commiffion,